“I need to talk to you.” Puck jumped a little. Yeah, the sound of his ex-girlfriend’s voice startled him a little. Considering it was the first time she had actually addressed him outside of Glee club, he had a right to be kind of startled.
“What?” He asked, turning to look at her.
“I need to talk to you.” She repeated, arching one of her eyebrows and creating that I’m not in the mood face he had been so used to. Looking at it now brought waves of nostalgia back from the days when she used to live one door away from him in his house. Shaking his head, he let go of the old thoughts and feelings, focusing on why she was talking to him now.
“I got that. Why?” He asked, grabbing the things he needed out of his locker and closing it.
“It’s kind of a long story. Um, just read this.” She asked, her harsh face suddenly becoming soft, almost as if she was nervous about what she was about to do. She handed him an envelope, her address and name printed neatly on the front in unfamiliar handwriting. He glanced up at her with a skeptical expression and she just gave him a little nod, prompting him to open it. With surprisingly nimble fingers, he opened the envelope, pulling out the paper and unfolding it.
Dear Quinn,
I must say, you are hard to find. I suppose I could have mailed this to the school, but that would have been a bit embarrassing for you, I think. Finally the hospital let me have your address after I claimed to be your aunt.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that since it is Beth’s birthday tomorrow, I was wondering if you’d like to come visit. She looks just like you, but she has her father’s eyes. I think it would be wonderful if you and Noah came over to see her. I understand if you can’t, or don’t want to. Heaven knows I had a hard enough time with Rachel…anyway. I just wanted to let you know that the option is open. Just give me a call if you’d like to.
Shelby Corcoran
Underneath the woman’s name was her phone number. Puck looked up from the letter, his heart racing, at Quinn, who was biting on her lip so hard he was sure it was about to start bleeding. Shakily, he handed her the letter back.
“Do you want to go?” Quinn whispered softly, so softly Puck would have missed it if his ears hadn’t been straining to hear her response. He nodded slowly.
“Yes.” He murmured, trying to calm his heartbeat.
“Good. I uh…I already called her, and told her we’d be there, so…we can go tomorrow, after school, together.” She said, giving him a quick, fleeting smile, and he couldn’t help but return it. The thought of meeting his first child, his first daughter, one he had heard about or seen since her birth terrified him to no end, but the thought that her mother, the girl he had loved with all his heart and probably always will would be there with him comforted him some, and that comfort was better than none.
(picture by lauren)
